Continuing on the bank holiday (see here) the following day the weather cleared up and it became one of those limpid, mild days we get in the west, with a pale blue sky and an ocean almost flat calm.
After a long walk, from the village, over the cliff road to the near deserted Waterville beach nearly to the inny bridge and back we felt in need of some sunday sustenance and made our way to the Fishermans Bar of the Butler Arms Hotel. This is a bar I am most familiar with, having spent rather more of my youth ensconced therein!
Waterville now looks moderately busy again, with a lot of coaches and day trippers evident, more than the last few years it seems. The Charlie Chaplin statue and festival are a unique selling point and it seems the village is beginning to capitalise on it. For those who dont know, said CC spent many summer holidays in the village, through the late 1960s. His kids were well integrated into the local community, and we all played with them and treated them the same as any others. He stayed in the Butlers and the hotel sunlounge, bar and public areas have many photos of him and his family.
The chowder was magnificent : it was nearly as dense as that which I had in Barberstown, filled with smoked and fresh cod, salmon, clams, mussels, a prawn or two, and finely chopped onion and shallots. It was very creamy and mildly spicy, the perfect light lunch combined with some brown bread and a creamy pint of stout. A great restorative which set us up for the rest of the afternoon. The bar was busy, but not overwhelmed, with walkers, locals, tourists and hotel residents passing through the three darkish rooms, the locals you know by their coming in the back door rather than battling the front where one is confronted by a wall immediately on entry!